Don't get any big ideas
They're not gonna happen
You paint your eyes white
And fill up with noise
But there'll be something missing
Now that you've found it, it's gone
Now that you feel it, you don't
You've gone off the rails
She stands up naked and she beckons you to bed
Don't go you know rain pours so come back again
Ooooh, ooooh, oooooh
Ooooh, ooooh, oooooh
Ooooh, aaaaah, aaaaah
So don't get any big ideas
They're not gonna happen
You'll go to hell for what you're dirty mind is thinking
Now that you've found it, it's gone
Now that you feel it, you don't
You've gone off the rails